it’s official. i have hit the wall. i’m washed up and out. i think it’s the past three weeks of 50-60 hour work weeks combined with not-relaxing weekends. i’m done. i need to crawl into bed and sleep for 100 years and then be awakened by a kiss from prince charming.
i can’t wait to go home from work tonight. i’m gonna get a pizza and some beer, and then sit around drinking beer and reading John Irving and trying not to miss Roland.
by the way, Apple has created an order to send a replacement iPod to me. i’m guessing by monday or tuesday i will be back to rocking the Casbah with Roland II the electric boogaloo.
14 minutes until noon which means half the day is over. god, i can’t wait to go home.